This youdistroyed

A charter written in clear ink, 
A purpose set against the fading light 
Of purely selfish aims. 
 
This ground, this structure, built 
Not for the vault to swell, 
Not for the private eye to feast upon the gains, 
But for the greater good, the wide horizon. 
 
The foundation stone laid firm, 
Exclusively for threads of light: 
The quiet sanctity of faith declared, 
The outstretched hand of charity made real, 
The hungry mind fed with knowledge sought, 
The secrets of the earth gently unveiled by science, 
The beauty of the word preserved, the story told again. 
 
We seek the welfare of all humankind, 
A simple yet immense ambition, 
To lift the common load, 
To smooth the rugged path for those who follow. 
 
The not-for-profit spirit, 
A constant current, flowing outward, 
Enriching the texture of our days, 
The subtle hues that paint the quality of life, 
The clean water where before was dust, 
The shared space where community can breathe. 
 
No private gain directs the compass here. 
The doors are closed against the grasping hand, 
The corporation keeps its distance, 
No individual may claim the core as their own harvest. 
 
Yet, work requires hands, and minds must eat, 
And effort has a cost that must be met. 
If payment flows, let it be understood: 
It is the measured wage for service given, 
The due return for hours spent in labor's honest heat. 
Reimbursement for the journey taken, 
Compensation justly priced for wisdom shared. 
 
This honest exchange, this balancing of scales, 
Is not a seepage of the principal, 
Not the slow draining of the sacred trust, 
Nor income pirated by shadowed means. 
 
It is the oil that keeps the engine turning, 
The necessary fuel for forward motion, 
Ensuring that the purpose, vast and pure, 
Remains untouched, uncompromised, 
A steadfast beacon burning bright, 
Dedicated wholly to the betterment of living. 
 
A framework built on giving, 
Maintained by fairness, transparent in its deed, 
Forever reaching toward the hopeful dawn.

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